Dying of the Day

Come see the dying of the day;
It truly is a sight to see –
The way the last of rays caress
The sighing visage of the trees;
The way the shadows fill the ground
With silent streams of cooling shade –
Where mourning doves come take their rest,
And coo their last of soothing serenades;
Here bluest marble skies are clothed
In flowing garbs of blackest night;
And evening clouds, like lovers, part
To trail away behind the starry lights
How soon the sun does pass away!
How beautiful is her retreat! –
As she bids mute farewell to day
With violet ribboned majesty
And though the others turn and grieve
To think where all the time has gone,
I’ll fix my gaze within the void
‘Til all her raveled beauty comes undone.